The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-11-16
Louis Lingg, the Bomb Maker, Blows Hlli
BIS Head OF With Dysamits,
Inv INV Most Desperate Of tbs Condemned
Anarchists Ends His Own Life.
Jfil officials Uui Die to See How BE Obtained
and Kept the Explosive.
A Horrible Sight-Doctors Unable to Re.
lieve tho Dying Man-Scenes. Sights
and Int rviews fn the County
Jail,

CHICAGO, November l0.-Louis Lingg,
the Anarchist, will never speak again.
Quick, awful as was ever act of his creator,
the voice that cried "Hoohe Die Anarchie"
was turned to silence forever. What
| seemed muffied echo of the fearful bomb
of the Haymarket came sudden in his
lonely cell this morning. That instant the
mans face which, belying his fend-like
deeds. has seemed beautiful as an arch
angels, was made a revolving mass of blood
and shre1s OF tangled flesh. Louis Lingg
was triumphant. Despite all human eff.
torts. he had efiaced from even his coun-
image. For a single instant, with
back against the bars of Lingg's
cell door, the stalwark guard stood stupe-
fled while q puff of smoke from the dark
recess behind crossed his shoulder. Then
eDsued a Wild rush of Deputies, the cIang-
irg II iron gates, and shove the confusion
aud din the shouting OF the guards. "It-
Lingg." THAT ,rp- from Eingg rapid
cautious moyer II by turnkey flung the
cell door open, i with an eager peer into
the shadows two -xcited Deputies Jumped
pel-neu in. TER calculations of horror
brought the otErr guards quickly within
the cell. An see of agony and suspense
was passed by the jail inmates in the
cells also and around. There
was a shutting of feet on the stone
eyes watching down through the iron net
ting and bars saw a row of guards in shirt
sleeves struggling across the dimly lighted
area, bearing by the legs and arms the
body of a man between them. The up
turned face was huge clot of blood, but
the turnkey, who supported the head, had
his fingers wound tightly into the unmis-
taxable brown curling ringlets of the
bomb maker, Louis Lingg.
I0OKING THE4R LAST ON LINGO.
The big key OF Jsiler Folz. grating IN the
main lock, interrupted for a moment the
sound OF patteriDg on the white stone
pavement. There was creaking of rusty
hinges and the Anarchists and common
Jail birds had looked their last on Lingg.
A few steps brought the huddled.up cor
tege to the bath room OF the Jail, a stuffy
little apartment scarcely ten feet square.
Lingg was dumped on the floor with scant
tenderness by the men who have been daily
half expecting to meet their death at his
hands.
To all appearances the Anarchist was
stark dead. His 1.-the, athletic form was
clothed only in q short tunic, and the
bTawny limbs seemed rigid. A small
pool of gore was seen floating the brown
curls surrounding the broad shoulders
and one glance showed how Lingg had
striven with dynamite to blow of his
head. The entire lower half of the once
bar dsome face was gone, including the
upper lip and Jaw, and the under traction
Of the nose. Where it had been WAS now
a. legged, bloody gap extending scross to
the ears and down to the Adams apple.
"Open your eyes, LiDgg" exclaimed the
doctor, who had just reached the room.
| To the establishment OF the by-standers
| Linge's eyes opened and looked calmly
about him. He was Immediately raised to
/ a table and propped up with pillows, and
washed hurriedly, while cloth bandsges
were passed around the lower part of the
| face and around the top of the head, hid
ing all but the nose, eyes and forehead. all
loose dangling bones and flesh being first
cut away. The gutta-per mouth OF q
fountain syringe was inserted with
a doctors finger into the great hole
left by the dynamite. By this
method water and brandy were admin
istsred. This was repeated at intervals,
Lingg meanwhile gazing steadfastly about
him watching every move OF those in the
room, but apparently Indifferent to what
they did and carirg nothing about the al
most ceaseltss slsmming of the door only
a few feet distant. Every now and the q
without any seeming immediate cause, q
fearful hollow ProaniDg would sound
through the bsndsges. Listeners aghsSt
place to a new set not yet weakened By
the horrors within the death chamber.
HORRIBLE WAIT.
LiDgg moved his long sinewey right arm
easIly-his left hand was torn by the dyn
amite-and without trouble wrote in Ger
man simple directions as to raising him
higher or the like. Beyond a glance o.
recognition to Captain Black, who came
into the foom for moment, and said
| Poor, poor fellow" there was nothing tC
break the horrible agony of six morta
| fNr Aaak &c ~
DIR. Bolton, a Methodist minister attend
ing Fielden, went in, but got no answer
ing look from Lingg. The minister came
out shaking his head hopelessIy.
L'pgg's breathing gradually became
slower. The pallor on the forehead deep
ened. A slight glaze was noticed in TIT
now sun ken eyes. Some one said, HE i!
dying" and the reporters made ready TO
rush to the nearest telephone. Llngg
eyes locked straight ahead, with some
thing of their old brightness, but at
whisper from the doctor the reporter
dashed to the telephone, falling over on
another down the narrow stairway to tn
court yard in their efforts to tell the new
first. While the reporters were tumhliD.
ard running, the doc!2I raised Llngg'
right arm. IL fell back on the table limp
An attendants right and left fore-6nger
| 1
the eyelids shut. In q moment the littl
room was empty of all but the ghastl
corpse OF the bomb maker, Louis Lingg.
c0RoNKR's JURY.
: Coroner Henry i. Her. was notified o
the death of LiDgg early in the day. IL
acted with great elaboration, and it wa
not until almost 4 80 p. m, that he startel
out to hunt mp Jury. He took with hin
Deputy Corcners Kent and Barrett. Eacl
of the three determined to selec ct two jury
men. They made their selections iron
merchants who do business within feV
blocks Of the Jail. The names OF the Jur,
are IEadore Bacharach. Henry J. Dale
Adolph Obermann. A. j. Moeller
VIM. B. Bruins and Henry Weeno
They reside in various. sections o
the city. The Coroner assemblies
them on the corner of Clark and Michigan
streets, which Is within half block of tn
jail. He then asked each OF them wheths
they could attend the inquest on Tuesday
To this there were several objections, so
was finally resolved to adlourn unit
Wednesday As soon as this was agree
upon a movement was made toward tn
iail. Sheriff Matson headed the party
The Jury. after admittance to the jail, wer
sbown into the bath room where the re
mains OF LinPg lay. The members s,mPi
vi, wed them and then the formal adj 0un
ment Of the il quest until Wednesday Wa